Deals with Desert Devils

JP with Bandorchu, Winteroak, and LucianNepreen

Somehow Alexis knew they would not get around interacting with those… assassins. Them joining their fire was somewhat more peaceful than she had feared, but who knew? The night was still young after all.

As the woman offered her wine skin Alexis accepted but only for show, making sure to get as little in her mouth as she could manage. Better safe than sorry, right? She offered some of Ekero’s pickled pepper jam in return.
Give and take.

Acknowledging the woman’s interest in her shield, Alexis pulled it up to lie on her upper legs so the woman in black could take a closer look.

The shield had taken a lot of abuse during the fight with the Sentinels, though the beautiful emblem was still recognizable if sporting quite a number of indents and scratches.

The woman head was covered in a black scarf, that wrapped around her neck and down her shoulder. Her belt carried several curved daggers similar to her scimitar. She took the pepper jam and just like Alexis had done she simply took a small amount. Enough to look polite. She was obviously curious about the shield, but more so about the woman from Garrah. Her tanned skinned glistening in the moonlight and a few strands of dark hair wiggled free from her head scarf.

She took her knuckles and banged them on the shield to check how solid it was. The third man stood up near the fire looking intently at the two foreigners.

Tarmen kept his head down as the assassins joined them, ready for some attack even as they offered the wine.
He refused the wine, mostly out of habit and a distaste for dealing with them. With an odd twist of emotion at the active choice, he reminded himself that Hunter had been…. Different. He couldn’t know the intentions of these men.
As one offered a game with a prize however, he saw no way out of it. Especially added with Alexis’s willingness to trade and readily show her shield. He kept his discomfort in her decision quiet for now, instead looking to the fashioned game board.
None of the merchants seemed willing to partake, so with some grumbling he took his boot off to shake a few coins out. He had been holding them for a drink later on, but his current situation made that seem a bit distant. Hadn’t he himself said to never piss off an assassin?
He gathered the coins, luckily an even bid, and waited for his opponent to start the duel.